Alive

Alive

A Poem by Perdition

It was as if to be alive, to be in love. freed by imperfection; to be beside her, silently aware of our course and by this, the world as well as I...

© 2017 Perdition


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without her there would be no world....

Posted 5 Years Ago


❤️ I love this and don’t know how I missed it! Thank you for writing this! Just what I needed!

Sending you thoughts of eveverything amazing...

Always,

Alisa✨

Posted 6 Years Ago


Yes, to breathe in fresh air, feel the love and zest for life fill every pore is the essence of joy!

https://youtu.be/QuoKNZjr8_U

Posted 6 Years Ago


Perdition

6 Years Ago

Tis indeed Tom..tis indeed and thanks. I trust this is a link to something as well as uncommon as is.. read more
Tom

6 Years Ago

Yes my friend, uncommon but your poem has passion just like 'the mad' scientist in this link!
Perdition

6 Years Ago

Ha ha ha..Just linked and well, well put kind sir...
well put~
Flowing into the charity of awareness, the wording commingled with heart, soul & beauty.

Regards,
Al

Posted 6 Years Ago


Perdition

6 Years Ago

Poetic review indeed..."flowing into the charity" gotta love it. Thank you!! Happy Harvest Moon and .. read more
Alive indeed.. prepared to love and be loved as only imperfection allows..

Posted 6 Years Ago


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emmajoy

6 Years Ago

And there was I listening to Damien Rice singing, It takes a lot to know a man
Perdition

6 Years Ago

Just coloring it in and making love to the sound of a guitar alone in the soft drops of your audito.. read more

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